The headbangers scream as Eadie scores a try
No sense no purpose no culture in their minds
Beanie covered cavities let out a roar
The crowd sees blood and only wants more

You football heroes
Bow down to your Gods
But scape your beerguts
You fucking stupid yobs

So this your idea of fun you stupid moronic fools
You think that art and music should be left in schools
An egg – shaped ball and thirteen uniformed apes
Is the extent of your existence, your method of escape

Jerseys, beanies , old thongs and jeans
Your fashions reflect your personal esteem
Meat pies, hot dogs, a dozen cans of beer
You are what you eat I can see that so clear